Rhett was finally coming home.

It had been 2 months since he won that big-time bull riding tournament in Texas and he finally, finally decided to fly back to Wyoming.

He asked you to pick him up from the airport of course, his best friend. His number one supporter.

You were surprised when you arrived at the arrivals section of the airport, pulling up to a crowd of people on the curb where apparently Rhett was.

He had to push through the people snapping photos of him and begging for autographs. It looked like an annoying situation to be in, and yet he was smiling from ear to ear. You watched as he even signed someone’s willing collarbone. You couldn’t help but snort to yourself.

He loaded his luggage into your truck and then hopped into the passenger seat with that endearing dimpled smirk of his, "Hey, long time no see."